Birddy Canary

I feel like

Silence is

The answer

To a mathematical

Problem

The equation

Space

To make

A novel

Praised

For the

Use to

Silence-err

Couldn’t see

What I mean

With a monical

You couldn’t

Feel my Words

With a key

To catch

Up with

the day

Locked

Out of

Thankfulls

And thank

you’s

Your own

Answer

Or is it

Protection

For what’s

To come

A mediphor

Unpluged

Giving you

The truth

In the

Feeling

Of what

Is why

I go by

And go

Through

As a silencer

No fake

Smiles

To pardon

You

From death

Till only

I am left

Shea Butter

My intro wore your body

out like the latest

fashions…

Capsules in tattoos,

Brain washed by

Someone so called taboo…

Someone I
Spy, that’s brown
Skin through
My glasses…

Crowned by

Your influence,

To Shine gold sunz

over me…

Jewel of the

Smile only

motivates

My Integrity…

Lables of silk

Stampede all
Over your figure…

I figured out,

If I stay on your

Heels, then

You will make
One man…

The fool of all
That is real…

Untied, tounge

Out like unlaced

Sneakers…

Funny that I,

Peep us, more

Then you could
Ever…

I can write

A courious

About
My Visions on
Loop…

Yet, visions can

Be very scary
When you can see
Beyond the future…

The truth…

On self, I pray that I
Don’t place a
betting…
chance

With a Russian

Rulete mind

Frame…

For I know, that at

At the end, I’d

Be the one shot
In the head…

With no chances

Of surviving…

When love at first

Write, is a pen
On paper.

Out of control.

The odds of me

Surviving Having

A hole in my

Head.

Is a metaphor

For trying to find

A soulmate

that will

Never end.

Without us…….

Sugar, spice and the bullshit I got away from!

An associate of mind asked me a question this afternoon.

When I went to handle some business with her brother.

She said…

“I don’t understand why you still single!?”

“You don’t even have kids?”

“You the most realist NxxxA I know!”

I just shrugged my shoulders and said…

“Because I’m no one’s type…”

Then I left out…

So let me explain…

 

 

 

Real…

Not fake or faking…

If I have a problem with an issue…

I say It…

 

Most women I no…

Are full of hatred…

I understand why…

When you know you got a real guy…

For granted you take him…

 

I’m surrounded by negativity…

Women that want better…

Then leave with a abusive man…

Who got money…

 

She wants to do everything herself…

Every once in a while…

We always need somebody’s help…

If you say something…

Something that’s protecting her…

Something from the heart that’s real…

 

They get defensive…

When shit hits the fan though…

Who you go and get…

Damn…

 

I’m a man that knows…

Not a man that hoes…

Very keen on thing’s…

Private always…

Never exposing…

 

We need each other…

You want respect…

Then you go out all night…

Leaving your kids with your mother…

When you get fucked up and drunk…

 

I’m the one that’s there to help you out…

When I need you for one second…

You get mad and spaz out…

I ain’t got no time for that…

 

Like that old lady in front that house….

You always accusing me of cheating…

I’m just quiet and to myself…

I come home every night…

 

And you still got something slick to say out ya mouth…

Not knowing we need each other…

This ain’t a one sided lover…

I love sides of you that no man ever…

 

Still…

I’m the one that’s all these bad words you told…

What your friends don’t no though…

God always does…

 

So I’ll stay single with out kids…

Then to be fucked over…

Unloved….

 

 

 

 

 

Smile For Me

Someone today
asked me…
Asked me a
question that…
I’ve been hearing
my whole life…
Why don’t I ever
smile…?
This person
was sitting
in a chair on there
porch…
with there
company…
I looked up at
that person…
There company…
With my face
Already Spoken…
For its self…
I just kept
walking…
How rude is that…?

Why don’t I smile…?
I’ve been like this
since I was child…
I grew
up in a family that
was very wild….
Verry… wild…
I never had a chance…
Walking around
with my fists balled
up…
The person that
was supposed to
Be my protector…
A Rejector…
Always
beat me…
With a
thick black
belt…
He gave it a
Name…
I think it was
Mr bass…?
Sometimes he used his bare hands…
So ask me…
Tell me how could
Or why I should trust
another woman
or man…
Hopelessly scared…

No doubt, I’ve had
Many challenges my
whole life…
Moving
from apartment to
apartment…
House to house…
Even in the middle of the night…
I couldn’t
make friends…
manifesting my anger…
Within…

Golden rules in…
Different schools…
Into different
streets…
I dealt with heat…
Some shady folk that
wanted to beef…
A Fist fights delight…
Shoot outs…
In…
My youthfulness…
Daysss…
My life could
have been lost
in a blaze….

No matter how much
I hurted, ached…
I never received
hospital service…
Flash backs
from shell rocks
boulevards…
Blood stained candles
Lit…
Candle light visuals
left on the corners…

Some
times…
It mentally…
Physically…
Hurts to
walk past some
spots…
Thoughts of old
friends…
There lives
tragically stolen…
came to a closing…
Days
and months…
In and
out…
I’ve witnessed
The many deaths…
Had many tests…
Overtime
my…
Experiences
became my
facial expressions…

From
jail to jail…
Causing
my lifestyle
to derail….
Somedays…
Bad…
Horrible…
Worst-cases…
Don’t get me blue…
There were some
good days…
Just
more bad than
good…
The hood……
Magnified my
Expressions…
For good…